There would be fingerprint bruises on her hips by the end of this, she knew, but Merlin's Beard were they worth it. The change of position caused Fallon to see stars, an incoherent mess of moans and obscenities spewing from her lips. His fingers felt great, his mouth even better, but this — this was her favorite by far.

She was bent nearly in half, her hips cramping at the new angle but not enough for her to push for a change in position. The muffled groan from him undid her, a heavy wave of pleasure crashing over her like a tsunami. Her nails curled into his skin, her legs locked with tension against his bare chest.